Sure enough, it's better to sleep when you are in trouble.
Thinking of this, Xie Jingsong lay down again. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes peacefully, and collapsed in a posture that was clearly alive but her heart was dead.
Anyway, she was just an innocent passerby, and she was too lazy to shine on a stage that belonged to others.
However, her stomach, which had been beaten by hunger, let out a whimper of grievance. Unable to ignore it at all, Xie Jingsong was forced to get up and walk around the small earthen house twice. She found it in a rice vat that was cleaner than her face. Two emaciated rat corpses, extremely shriveled up.
"..."
Isn't it okay for a rat to do...?
Fortunately, not long after this dangerous idea came to him, Xie Jingsong, whose mouth was filled with flying dust, found two salted fish on the beam that were the same color as the earthen wall.
Throwing these two unfortunate companions of hers on the stove and letting them fall asleep first, Xie Jingsong straightened her clothes and went out with a small wooden basin that was full of mud when she picked it up.
After a while, Xie Jingsong was blocked at the intersection by an old woman who was so enthusiastic that she had no good intentions. Xie Jingsong picked the wooden basin in her hand with some embarrassment.
The old lady who didn't notice her little move at all pushed her and winked: "Little sister, do you agree to what grandma told you two days ago?"
...who is this?
so! Role-playing without memory is really annoying!
The unlucky finger that was pinched by the lid of the tea bowl was rubbed with sticky mud. Xie Jingsong quietly rubbed it back, thought about it, and pretended to hesitate: "This...I...but..."
The old lady who took the bait pushed her: "What's the point? You also know the conditions of that child. We can't pick anyone in the whole village who is richer than his family!"
...Ah this.
It was really embarrassing. Xie Jingsong was not good at picking the basin with her hands, and she gently picked up the ground with her toes.
"This...is such a big deal," she whispered in a low voice, "I, no, I have to think about it carefully..."
I don't know whether it was because she saw that her temper had softened or because she felt that it was funny, the old lady glared at her dissatisfied, and her voice rose two tones: "Not many good girls in the village can ask for such a good thing! You have no father and no mother. You have to think about it!”
"But, after all, this is a big deal like getting married..."
Before she finished speaking, the old lady's shocked eyes were already scanning her face back and forth, as if she was weighing her weight.
Xie Jingsong, who felt like she had turned into market pork, was silent for a moment, holding her breath and smiled with difficulty: "What's wrong?"
The old lady glared at her with her round eyes, yelled and pointed her finger at her: "How can you still think of such good things? You were a concubine in the past!"
? ? ?
I can't bear it anymore! Who assigned the NPC blindly! An orphan girl who is attracted by the village bully? Do you think this is a bloody farming story? She was really going to curse!
Considering that this kind of uncivilized small village has its own system of unruly people, they live under this set of logic all year round, and some have the ability to justify themselves, so Xie Jingsong did not expect to communicate with them. After all, the truth is explained to civilized people.
But she didn't expect that the first old nanny she met would jump down based on her lowest psychological expectations. Xie Jingsong felt a sense of crisis no matter how lazy she was.
She sighed softly, realizing that she couldn't stay or pretend anymore, so she smashed the jar and made an impolite remark: "This is really a toad and a frog."
Look ugly and have fun.
Even if you have no education, you still know that "toad" is not a good word. The old woman was so angry that she pointed at her nose and scolded her.
After being told things like "little bitchy hoofs", "unrecognizable" and "how ugly is it to take a picture of yourself in the urine", Xie Jingsong leaned back slightly, avoiding the fingernail that almost poked the tip of her nose, and looked at it with great interest Start learning how to mess around.
The old woman was tired of scolding her and didn't want to see this ungrateful face again, so she said a harsh word and left.
"Think carefully! Don't you dare agree to give it a try! Otherwise, you will have a hard time in the future!"
Xie Jingsong, who had suffered no actual damage except for being severely mentally injured, thought about it carefully and decided not to bite the dog.
Just as she carried the wooden basin out, she carried it back to the small earthen house.
After searching carefully in this temporary residence, she found that the most valuable items were the two same species that refused to rest in peace. Xie Jingsong gnawed one piece with tears in her eyes and put the other one in her arms.
She had no intention of getting involved in Zhang Yunqing's spiritual practice and ran away overnight carrying all her valuables.
Damn your uncle's iron bones, if you stay here any longer, you will be killed by the unruly people!
Zhang Yunqing's location is actually easy to know. To be precise, it is easy for her to sense it. After all, she is a supervisor who has passed the clear path before the way of heaven.
But when Xie Jingsong was thrown near Zhang Yunqing by the summoned wind of thousands of miles, she paused suspiciously.
Hesitating and silent, Xie Jingsong stood there with question marks on his face, becoming a dark mushroom at the corner of the street.
...who is this?
Zhang Yunqing, who seems to have fully grown, is tall and tall. Her features are heroic but not sharp, and her loving eyes with a smile make her look much gentler.
But no one will look down upon her because of this - the armor that shines with a cold luster and the spear behind her back are still dripping with blood, showing her true edge.
She walked quietly through this long street, nodding to the people who crowded the streets on both sides of the street and rushing to throw sachets to her, and her actions were everyone's style.
The sachets flying all over the sky and the calm and calm Zhang Yunqing formed a very strange picture in Xie Jingsong's eyes.
Is this still the young lady who likes to get behind her when trouble comes? ! Did she come so late? How come she has become a successful adult?
Can? Can't? Right?
Although something is very wrong, what if the time flow rate in the secret realm is different? Did she really miss the growth path of the eldest lady? After all, this is her secret realm of cultivation. The best she can do is get the script of an unlucky passerby?
Just when Xie Jingsong was about to convince himself, a small figure emerged from the crowd, spread his legs and ran happily towards "Zhang Yunqing" with open hands.
...who is this?
The little girl with a bigger fart shouted happily: "Mom!"
Xie Jingsong's eyes lingered on the identical faces of the mother and daughter for a long time, then she raised her hand and slapped her face, preparing to break with herself who was so stupid that she cried before.
It was impossible for her, Zhang Yunqing, to have a baby in the secret realm in such a short time. Furthermore, considering the unknown things in the secret realm and the possible reproductive isolation of people outside the secret realm... the situation now seems obvious.
"Zhang Yunqing" laughed helplessly, pointed to the armor that he had not yet taken off and said softly: "I can't hold you now. I'll panic wearing this, so let's hold hands, shall we?"
The little girl nodded obediently, raised her hands high and said loudly: "Okay!"
All the sharp edges around him were gone, leaving only the gentle "Zhang Yunqing" who took the child's chicken claw-like hands and squeezed them: "Didn't I ask you to wait in the house?"
Zhang Yunqing, who looked like a five- or six-year-old kid, wrinkled his nose and said, "But I miss my mother!"
The mother and daughter walked towards the center of the small town, leaving Xie Jingsong with a messy face in the wind.
Feeling that the road ahead was difficult, she looked at the sky and thought of the mysterious fog that covered her memory.
It's probably not that the eldest lady is addicted to treating herself as a child, but that she really treats herself as a five-year-old child.
It's a bit difficult now.
